verses Cause they girlfriend put my ass on a pedestal Future said cause it's ye shit you better kill And I think it's got them making of a legend feel
don't give a fuck Who wanna know, who wanna know, where the bad guys go? Nine been waitin' to kill, right between the eyes, bro Kill the fetus, kill the momma, kill
: Listen 'cause this is the sound of a crucifix The U-N-H-O-L-Y's now in the looser mix Unholy's inside a me so I get homocidous The unholy poetry is
tv schalte auf ___ alter geil, das wetter geht ab doch auch wenn ich kein interesse dran hab immer noch besser als taff heute nacht gibt?s filmesession a
Gats, pull out the mack on cancer, the oo-wop I bag down AIDS, word to the U.S. There's no need to panic, yo, we been through a phase Like, namebelts
with power So keep it brief Nigga, two hundred thousand in the fleece Pistols, two hundred twenty on the dash System, I pull off it look like a flash
thursday splurge wit my comrads,gucci mane im hood rich nigga kill for ya, if u just buy him a outfit think like a mob boss,move like warranty got a half a
in the hood, watch the hoods get biz It's the good shit, kid, not the twenty or gram Them fishscale, tip the scale, kill a gram I'm choppin' on the plate
Gossip, gossip Nigga just stop it Everybody know (I'm a motherfucking monster) I'm a need to see your fucking hands at the concert I'm a need to see your
to kill It gets messy when I grip my steel [Scat-D] Explosive flows like my rapture Distinctive part on my counter Faster them get pure gon? capture Dropping you like a tonne a bricks You son? a
If you Qualify Just let me get that, Slick back, put my hair in a ponytail, (ponytail), Pull it, Pull it Pull it, Pull it Pull it Pull it [x2]
it's your song. You can act like u don't like it buht cha do; cha do; cha do. I think I'm gonna kill tha mutherfuckin dj. If he don't pull up let tha
night... If you Qualify Just let me get that, Slick back, put my hair in a ponytail, (ponytail), Pull it, Pull it Pull it, Pull it Pull it Pull it [
your seats And the hole is what they call a sunroof Or maybe a three-way power hole [Chorus: Nelly] We ride - 24's or better, woodgrain or leather, with a
t wanna play They don't wanna u can get the fuck up out of trill niggas way [Verse 1:] Say u a killa killa Say u bout that skrilla skrilla Watch out
one, a straight fade [Verse: Wes Fif] West side Ivey ridah yeah jit I'm a souljah Keep dat fire 'bove my thigh dat'll flip a b!tch over Yeeaaahhhh!!